For a moment, the Void Blade Sect disciples were all left awkwardly speechless.
If something like this had happened within the sect, then whatever that disciple had said earlier would have done no real harm.
But there were outsiders here at the Void Blade Sect now.
On the steps before the sect's main hall, nine martial artists from the Sword Prefecture, the Hundred Schools, and the Taibai Family were watching.
And Lu Yang, from Shanhetal, was standing right there in the square.
Martial artists had exceptionally keen hearing.
At such close range, the disciple's words had surely been heard not only by Lu Yang, but also by the nine people outside the hall.
To say something so ignorant in front of so many outsiders had utterly disgraced the Void Blade Sect.
Senior Brother Qiao had come over to reprimand him, but he wasn't trying to throw his weight around. He was trying to salvage some dignity for the sect.
"Thank goodness Senior Brother Qiao was here. Otherwise, we might have disgraced the sect this time." A female disciple spoke to the sister beside her through Spiritual Sense. Her alluring, captivating peach-blossom eyes, however, remained fixed on Senior Brother Qiao, as if she hoped to see a flower bloom on him.
Quite a few of the Void Blade Sect's female disciples were in love with this "Senior Brother Qiao."
And Senior Brother Qiao's gaze, aside from the moment he had reprimanded the disciple for speaking carelessly, had remained fixed on Lu Yang.
His expression was calm and unruffled, revealing nothing. Yet a hint of solemnity flickered in his eyes.
Lu Yang hadn't noticed any of this.
At that moment, all his attention was on Spring Thunder in his hand.
He kept striking with his blade, using his own saber intent to